The homeless?

In the dull glow of alcohol dreams are dreamed and reality is suspected indefinably.Probably not important ,because I cant remember.Somewhere in the long long ago,or was it yesterday I had a life ,ya and I had a job.The female who is talking to me seems to want a drink.I cant find the money, and all my friends are gone.One time I had a lot of money and a lot of friends.Was that an illusion. The publican said I think you’ve had enough, tried to explain y is yesterdays problem and the unemployed are forgotten its all replaced with ‘the social’ Hope is the next drink,and the next drink is the last.I should be somewhere it must not bhe didn’t understand,the female is gone.I am outside,I am homeless.